Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Sorry Bro
So, I took 2 weeks off from Poker and then came back by hosting a home game this weekend.
Played pretty good in the tournament ($70 buyin - 20 players). I chopped 1st with the chip leader, Gillis, right after 3rd place (Stacey C.) was eliminated. He had a 3:1 chip lead, and I chopped for 33% of the difference between 1st and 2nd. Seemed fair for me.
I didn't really have too many interesting hands in the tourney. I just played solid, straight forward poker and was blessed with enough winning hands to make the final table.
Then when we were about 8 handed, it seemed like I was really reading the table well. I know, I know, people say that all the time..., "my reads were dead on" etc..., but I swear, I was really being conscience of my reads and I felt like I was really locked in.
Here's the problem, I only had gonads to make plays 3 or 4 times. Each time it worked. This really helped accumulate enough chips to keep going. I need to get some gonads. I'll work on that.
Then, when the blinds were at about 500/1000, we were 6 handed, I open shove with 9h-10h for about 12x (12000???) and get called by Compton, who was nursing a big stack like it was his infant child. I was in big trouble. He had A-Q. Flop comes x-x-10. I take the lead. Turn is a Q. I loose the lead. River is a 10. I double up and am in really good shape.
Side note earlier in the evening. I raise with A9s. Compton calls. We're HU. Flop comes J-J-9. Compton bets. I call. Turn is a blank. Compton bets. I call. River. Compton bets about 20% of the pot. I call and look like a fool after Compton claims, "boat". Then, everyone gives me a hard time. Like, "dude, that's Compton, what were you thinking?"
I win like $60 at the cash game by playing really bad.
There's this one hand where I somehow ended up in a capped pot of Limit Holdem with 5-6 of clubs. The flop comes 9x-10c-Jx. Checked to Compton who bets. I start figuring some odds. Let's see. 4 bets times 4 players = 16 small bets. Plus Compton's flop bet = 17 bets. Let's see. I'd need to call one bet, chasing 17. That's a fabulous price. But I need to have some sort of draw, a gutshot, something.
In this case, I just keep staring at that one lone club on the flop. I start imagining it being joined by a couple other members of the club family.
That's right. I'd need to catch runner-runner. I don't know the odds exactly but I think runner-runner clubs is about 5% (actually, it's closer to 2%), so I toss in the $2 and try to get lucky. Turn is a club. I pick up a flush draw. Compton bets. There are now 10 big bets in the pot. I need to call 1. Getting 10:1, but being a 5 or 6 to 1 dog is the right price. River is a club. Compton check/calls and I bust up his set of 9s by going runner-runner.
Sorry Bro!
Played pretty good in the tournament ($70 buyin - 20 players). I chopped 1st with the chip leader, Gillis, right after 3rd place (Stacey C.) was eliminated. He had a 3:1 chip lead, and I chopped for 33% of the difference between 1st and 2nd. Seemed fair for me.
I didn't really have too many interesting hands in the tourney. I just played solid, straight forward poker and was blessed with enough winning hands to make the final table.
Then when we were about 8 handed, it seemed like I was really reading the table well. I know, I know, people say that all the time..., "my reads were dead on" etc..., but I swear, I was really being conscience of my reads and I felt like I was really locked in.
Here's the problem, I only had gonads to make plays 3 or 4 times. Each time it worked. This really helped accumulate enough chips to keep going. I need to get some gonads. I'll work on that.
Then, when the blinds were at about 500/1000, we were 6 handed, I open shove with 9h-10h for about 12x (12000???) and get called by Compton, who was nursing a big stack like it was his infant child. I was in big trouble. He had A-Q. Flop comes x-x-10. I take the lead. Turn is a Q. I loose the lead. River is a 10. I double up and am in really good shape.
Side note earlier in the evening. I raise with A9s. Compton calls. We're HU. Flop comes J-J-9. Compton bets. I call. Turn is a blank. Compton bets. I call. River. Compton bets about 20% of the pot. I call and look like a fool after Compton claims, "boat". Then, everyone gives me a hard time. Like, "dude, that's Compton, what were you thinking?"
I win like $60 at the cash game by playing really bad.
There's this one hand where I somehow ended up in a capped pot of Limit Holdem with 5-6 of clubs. The flop comes 9x-10c-Jx. Checked to Compton who bets. I start figuring some odds. Let's see. 4 bets times 4 players = 16 small bets. Plus Compton's flop bet = 17 bets. Let's see. I'd need to call one bet, chasing 17. That's a fabulous price. But I need to have some sort of draw, a gutshot, something.
In this case, I just keep staring at that one lone club on the flop. I start imagining it being joined by a couple other members of the club family.
That's right. I'd need to catch runner-runner. I don't know the odds exactly but I think runner-runner clubs is about 5% (actually, it's closer to 2%), so I toss in the $2 and try to get lucky. Turn is a club. I pick up a flush draw. Compton bets. There are now 10 big bets in the pot. I need to call 1. Getting 10:1, but being a 5 or 6 to 1 dog is the right price. River is a club. Compton check/calls and I bust up his set of 9s by going runner-runner.
Sorry Bro!
